Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
Grammar is a such strange thing. It looks so easy. You think you've figured it out, you think you know the rules, and then something comes up out-of-how-no-where and you need to follow a completely different rule. Who can follow all that? I know I can’t. I've worked as a newspaper reporter. I've written speeches... Continue Reading →
The Microsoft Teams messages and emails started coming in early in the morning. First one and then another. I wasn't even sitting down yet at my desk and my in-box was overflowing. Everyone had questions and, unfortunately, there weren't a lot of answers. When we finally got the news, it wasn't good. My employer, a... Continue Reading →
I drove around the back of the building and pulled into an empty parking space. I took a deep breath and hesitated. I just wanted to put my head in the sand and never come out, but I knew I couldn't, I needed a job. However, I hesitated, because I wasn’t sure where to go.... Continue Reading →
(Reposting a previous blog with some slight editing.) I wrote this piece more than thirty years ago when I worked as a reporter at a small newspaper and was sent out to cover a house fire that had come across the police scanner. The sad thing is that the piece never appeared anywhere — at... Continue Reading →
I’m dying. It's a sobering thought. Oh, I’m not dying today, nor tomorrow, nor the next day, at least as far as I know. I have nothing specifically wrong with me and I don’t know the specific date when I'm passing onto the next life, but I'm still dying. I don't mean to diminish the health... Continue Reading →
You never know where you’ll get some good advice. My wife and I went to an ice cream shop on a recent Sunday afternoon and saw a silly saying on a dish towel. My dish of "Death by Chocolate" was to die for, but I’m thinking I found my new permanent call to action. "Money... Continue Reading →
I took the elevator down to the ground floor and walked to my parents car. We had moved my stuff into my dorm and all we needed to do was say our goodbyes. The quad area was crazy, parents and kids were coming from all directions, pushing and pulling trollies. I was saying goodbye to... Continue Reading →
I got in the driver’s seat and reached over and unlocked the passenger door for my high school friend — this was back in the day before automatic door locks — and turned the ignition. The car tried to turn over but made a grounding sound. Hmm, that can’t be good. I looked over at... Continue Reading →
Oh, I got nothing today. The proverbial "can" as in having a blog post prepared and "in the can and ready to go at a moment's notice" is empty. The in-the-moment water spout is dry too, in fact it’s as dry as the Mojave Desert. Oh, it's not for the lack of trying. I sit... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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